Jane Molloy: A Narrative Fiction

Jane Addams is the most wonderful person I know. We grew up together in Chicago. She was my neighbor and my friend. An amazing person to have the priviledge of knowing, me and Jane met under the worst circumstances. We had never spoke to one another until my family heard that her mother had passed away. Jane's father told my father the horrible news one night after we had just finished dinner. I remember looking at my mother and feeling so grateful that she was my mother. I hugged her a little tighter before bed that night. The next day I went over to Jane's house to express my sympathies for her loss. From that point on, we developed a friendship that could move the stars.

My experience with Molly O’Shea began during the 2015-16 school year when she was a student in my Anatomy & Physiology course. That experience continued last year, as I worked with Molly in her honors biology course to provide academic enrichment through gifted support. As a senior, she continues to be one of the foremost student leaders on campus, and is actively involved in coordinating the annual miniTHON at Wilson High School. It has been extremely rewarding to work with Molly as a student and to observe her intellectual, athletic, and personal growth over the past few years.

In recent years, the medical community has become more compassionate and understanding towards the mentally ill. In fact, mental illnesses are often treated humanely, like any physical disease. It would be nice if the world was always this understanding of these unseen diseases, but that is only wishful thinking. In the 1900s, the mentally ill were merely crammed into institutions and often forgotten about. Crownsville State Hospital, or the “Hospital for the Negro Insane,” was one of these institutions (Gordon). The hospital’s living conditions were beyond cramped, housing twenty-seven hundred patients in 1955, which was eight hundred patients over capacity of the building (Skloot). The conditions in the hospital were appalling, but the treatment of patients was even more nightmarish. Many of the patients in the hospital did not actually have mental illnesses. They were just African American people with issues such as hearing loss that made them unable to perform daily tasks by themselves. These patients, however, were the lucky ones. Many others with actual mental issues, such as epilepsy,

It had been about ten months since Aileen Mavourneen was introduced to the family. I was never fond of her. She was a dog and since i was a cat, we didn't get along. She always had the attention and Sadie never played with me anymore. The baby was always pulling on the dog's fur, laying on it, playing with it, kissing it. My days are quite a bore now that no one does any of that with me.

Aging can be more than wrinkles, fine lines and grey hairs. In this photo, this woman appears to not feel confident with her age and her appearance. Makeup artists or doctors are on either side of her face, holding up cosmetics as if they were to fix up any of the “issues” that came with aging. “How can I be envious of where you are, when I've been there myself,” (Album 121) expressed Morrie to Mitch. Morrie explained to Mitch how he’d already been all of these ages and how deep down each of those parts of his life are still him in one way or another. He finds that people don't appreciate how the aging process is not only decaying. It is the act of growth in oneself, and people need to understand that than work up on the physical attributes

Mary Maloney just killed her husband Patrick. Patrick came back from work one night and seemed upset. Mary was offering him supper but he refused to eat. All of a sudden, Patrick said he wanted to divorce her. After Mary heard this news, she went to the freezer to get a leg of lamb. When she returned, Patrick thought that Mary was going to make supper, but she hit Patrick on the back of his head. Mary was thinking where she would put the lamb. She put it in the oven. She then left to go see the grocer, Sam, as a witness. Mary then returned back home, and pretended she was shocked and was heartfelt. The detectives came to her house and Mary offered them the lamb. The detectives ate it without knowing that is was the murder weapon used to kill

Everyday on my short hike home from school, I strolled by her house and inhaled the freshness and beauty of her home. If you looked at her house, you would detect a beautiful array of azaleas, bushes, trees, and other beautiful flowers. More of her property consisted of flowers than a house. The small cottage she lived in hat a tin roof. Every morning, I would see Miss Maudie, wearing her sunhat and dress, water flowers in her front yard. Everyone in the town knew that Maudie Atkinson possessed her garden most off all. I remember when her house burned down, and she didn’t appear to be upset at all. She rambled continuously about how much she could grow her garden. She possessed what I would consider an outstanding quality, the ability to see the good in anything.

The elements of humanity that are intricately interwoven to define a human are comparable to the complex puzzles that children often fret over, and piece together to create a beautiful picture. Humanity cannot be defined in one general term, but frequently requires a deeper understanding of the categories that all humans fall under. Without humanity, the human population would be lead to commit atrocious crimes and would allow themselves to live without feeling emotion or appreciating the scenes around them. One component of humanity connects with another in a way that influences how humans feel, interact, and make decisions. Between all the elements are what comes together, like the puzzle, to create a glorious piece of work in the form of a human. Humanity is the catalyst that

Nothing bad ever happened to Jane. Looking from the outside in she had the perfect life and that's what drew me to her. I’d been watching from afar for almost a year now. I even went through the trouble of starting my career as a teacher over at a new high school so I could get a closer look into her life.

“Clay, I know you’re having a hard time grieving, but she’s gone. And there’s nothing we can do about it” Tony replies back seriously

This narrative essay I am going to tell you about is about Mrs.Maloney. I am her lawyer and I am going to tell you why she is not guilty. I am also going to support those claims. My goal is for me to convince the judge that she didn’t do it. The thing is I know she didn’t do the bad deed,but I am going to be giving reasoning from the text.

One time, a long long time ago, I lived in a bog house with this professor who was kind and mysterious. I lived there with my brother, Peter, my sister, Susan, my youngest sister, Lucy, Mrs.Macready, the housekeeper, and three servants named, Ivy, Margaret, and Betty. Susan was the oldest, Peter was the second oldest, I was the next, and then Lucy. Lucy was very curious . One day as it was raining we went exploring through the very large house. Lucy being curious had to go her own direction. As the rest of us kept walking, Lucy ran out to us acting crazy saying she went to this magical place where it's always winter and never Christmas. She acted like she was gone for hours. We thought it was all in her imagination. She wanted us to look at the wardrobe, but when we looked there was nothing but coats.

Hey, I got a question, as I leaned forward with one hand on the rail and the other waving my paper. I had to ask Mrs. McNeiley before the question evaporated from my brain. She must have been in her own little world because she couldn’t hear me. As an added sidenote, she said that she was going deaf.

“She had gone to a great deal of trouble, and she looked an awful mess. Imagine a girl who looked like a man who looked like a girl. Now just into what category would you put her?” (Evening Argus 1954).

Perhaps most alarming for proponents of the old ways, was that women’s behavior began to change. During 1920s, great changes were taken places in American economy, society and cultures, which also impacted American women’ lives. At that time, new features occurred in women’s family, appearance and behavior. Thanks to great achievement of the technology, washing machines, vacuum cleaners and refrigerators became commonplace in every family. These things released women’s hands and freed them from endless housework. Thus they got more time to take care of themselves and their appearance. A author written that they used to wrap their hair in knobs fantastic, high, and queer, but now they cut it in bobs or curl it round their ears. The things they do and wear today, would make their fogy